I wake as your  friend                                     You wake as my lover
I speak as your lover                                       You speak as my friend
I act as your possession                                   You are my possesion
I rebel as your cover                                        A means to an end
I hurt for your compassion                             You live for my acceptance
I injure for your respect                                  Though it's never been withheld
I confide for your emotion                              You crave my direction
I give and you collect                                      Never will you rebel

This is madness                                               This is Sparta
This is insanity                                                This is the price of exellence
I can't be everything for you                          I am your everything
You can't be everything for me                     I am magnificence
You treat everyone the same                         I am fair and righteous
As a friend, yet as a lover                              And yet you seek more
And it's a cruel, cruel game                          Dare you grow capricious
From your twisted love, no one recovers     You'll become one I abhor

I am done                                                       You are confused
(I am never done)                                          And I will not calm you
I am sick                                                        As I am amused
(But I'm not tired)                                         As I drop little clues  
I will run                                                        You'l­l never leave me
(I won't run)                                                  But I'll abandon you
Because I love you                                        You'll always need me
(A better word is 'desire')                             And I'll never need you

Let me go!                                                    My grip is vice-like
(But you're not holding me)                       I'm not ready to let you go
Bring me back!                                            If I lose you, 'my dear'
(But I never left)                                          I must find yet another 'beau'
Love me only!                                             And I've not the time to put effort
(But you love equally)                               In little minions like you
Push me away!                                          I've not a care to give for
(Or bridge this rift)                                    You insects I never knew

Please, disappear                                       I am your torture
One day you'll understand                      But I am your salvation
That the twisted way you love                 I am your executioner
Could coax death from any human        And I am your redemption
Please, disappear!                                     You'll wish me dead forever
Though I'll weep when you're gone        You'll wish me dead I know
I know sanity will return                          And you'll wish yourself deader
And I'll eventually move on.                    *When away I finally go.

He sits there,
Silent and disconsolate.
His heart is a mess, His mind taken over by
The intoxicating smell
Of her.
              A putrid glance attracts his attention
              The blackness creeping by, Slowly.
Embracing, Hesitating. Silent footfalls.
No control anymore.
               Every move an impulse,
               Given birth by longing.
And grief?
She who was the moon, Is clouded now.
She who was the sun, Eclipsed.
                Without her light, he is
                                                                                          Lost.
He is of her, Filled with thoughts of her,
Her smile, Her laugh Her hair,
The way she drew stars in a never ending sky
                                                                        Of a hopeless breath.
he lies down now, overpowered.
Immersing himself in water, he drowns.
                    *in Nothingness.

When I cried that day,
It wasn't because of the recent spat I had with my parents,
Or the theatrics of my insolent sister.
               It wasn't because recently I have been hitting new lows,
               Or that I was,
                                      Sad.
When I cried that day,
It wasn't because of the slashed wrists,
                          Or the new found hole in my heart.
It wasn't because of the aching beauty of the world,
And the moonlight and unexplained mysteries.
                 I didn't cry because of the shooting star
                 That flashed across the sky,
And the brief light of hope that burned in me.
                                     I cried that day
                                     And it was for no other reason,
                                     *But for you to hold me.

I can see the smile,
mimicking the crescent.
Hovering by the curtain,
peeking, prodding, Pushing.
But nothing seems as fake
as the flowers in that gilded vase.
Waiting to bloom, in shrouded anticipation.
Filled with disgust at the life they sustain,
So young, so naive.
Foolishly trusting.
Scorn curling my lips,
I walk away.
Leaving everything behind.
Everything that anchors me to this bottomless void.
Forsaking...Freedom.